I almost started to cry. I couldnt believe i was going to marry the man of my dreams. Hes strong. Hes built like a rock. And he can cook. I love him so much
"Luna your dead to the family" My baby sister said while putting on her black eye shadow.
"Why's that" I ask
"Luna You are FUCKING MARRYING A TOASTER" she responded
"Hes a Hamilton Beach." I respond
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU" my sister victoria is 18. She has "dates" not actual boyfriends
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"Shut your ass up. Im getting married"
"TO A FUCKING TOASTER "
"so? Atleast I get poptarts whenever i want. And i love him"
Thats when the music started. My youngest sister walked out first, only 13 years old. She looks more grown then the bitch victoria does.
My mom follows Anna, then Victoria. Finally, my best friend Abby goes. Then its my turn. I walk down the iske with white roses in my hands, dinut shapped earings, a candy braclet, and a necklace with a cinnamon roll as a charm.
My man is waiting at the alter wearing all sliver. I cant wait. I almost run down the isle.
"Everyone be seated. We will start the ceremony now" the preacher said.
The preacher placed 2 poptarts in Hamil.
"Love is a buetifull thing, love knows no gender, race, religion, age...unless ur like 50 and your wanting to date a 14 year old then you're a sicko.... anyway. Love know bounderies. Even between Woman... and toaster. This is a very unique ceremony that we are witnessing today... Luna Walker, do you promise to love and cherish this toaster. Promise to never replace it, keeping from rusting, and will only eat poptarts fron Hamil?"
"I DO!!" I said. I could feel my eyes watering.
"Hamilton do you promise to be loyal to Luna and only make poptarts for her?" The preacher asked.
The poptarts poped in hamil. I love it when he gets done cooking and makes the poping noise.
"Well, I pronounce you Toaster and Wife. You may eat poptarts!" The preacher said.
Everyone clapped. And i took a bite out of my poptart and ran to my limo waiting to honeymoon with my Hamil.
